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It Started Out With A Pizza (How Did It End Up Like This?)

HELLOO. Guess who decided to write some more of their pizza au rather than study for their auditions tomorrow. You’re welcome. Also sorry if there are some typos and stuff. Also, i know it’s kinda short but i wanted to get something out because i have a busy day tomorrow and won’t be able to write much, if at all. Anyways. I hope you guys like Part 2!!

Anddd if you haven’t read it yet, here is Part 1 & Part 3

Summary: Eddie is a pizza delivery boy. One night, on a delivery, he meets a stranger he feels immediately captivated by.

Pairing: Eddie Kaspbrak / Richie Tozier (And the tiniest hint of benverly)

PART 2

Richie’s body jolted sideways and he rolled right off the side of the bed and onto the hard floor with a thud. A phone call had jolted him awake. Jesus fucking christ. Who the hell is calling this early in the mor-fuck.

It was 12:35pm. He was supposed to start his shift at 11am. Shit Shit Shit.

Richie pushed himself off the floor with a little too much force and whacked his head on his wooden bedside table, where his phone continued to ring and vibrate. Fuck! He rubbed at the sore spot on his head, stumbled forward and reached for his phone with his other hand, answering it without looking at the caller ID.

“What?” He was having the worst start to his day. He was late for work and his head was throbbing. The last thing he cared about was a stupid phone call.

But as soon as the voice on the other end spoke, he regretting using the tone he did, “Richie, where the fuck are you?! You better be here in the next 5 minutes or you’re fired!”

“Uh, yes. Yes boss. I’ll be there.” Richie spoke into the phone as he crawled over his bedroom floor, searching for his work clothes through the mess of clothing that lay everywhere haphazardly.

“You better be. This is your last chance buddy.” And with that the line went dead.

Once Richie had found his not-too-nice smelling clothing that had probably been sitting on the floor since Tuesday, he pulled them on, spritzed a hell of a lot of deodorant on, made his way up the hall, down the elevator, grabbed his bike and pedalled his ass down the street like his life depended on it. He really couldn’t lose his job, he was already struggling for money and he was trying to prove to his parents that he could do this on his own. He didn't need them. He’d been on his own for two years now and he wasn’t going to let everything he had done for himself fall to shit because he slept through his alarm. Again.

Eddie was making his way back to his room, bagel in hand, when he saw the lanky boy. He sprinted right past him through the hallway on the fourth floor, a huge waft of cheap deodorant almost giving Eddie an asthma attack on the spot. Eddie turned back, watching the gorgeous man from last night as he pressed the elevator button impatiently over and over again, bouncing on the spot, until the doors opened. Eddie couldn’t get over that despite what a huge mess he was, he was still strikingly attractive. His hair messy and sticking up everywhere, like he had just gotten out of bed, and his clothes wrinkled in every spot, like they’d be lying on the floor for the past few days. Eddie just couldn’t help but see past all that. Not that he saw much of him, he was there and gone within a few seconds. Eddie bit into his bagel dreamily whilst he stared at the vacant spot the man had just been in. Wow.

Richie arrived just in time, tumbling loudly into the quiet coffee shop, a few customers turning their heads to look his way. Fuck Yes. He made it. He strutted through the shop, swinging his shoulders confidently, as if he hadn’t just pedalled the life out of him to get there. He even saluted to some of the customers with one finger as he passed by them. He just rode a 10 minute ride in 5 minutes. He was amazing. Incredible. Majestic. Remarkable. Awe-inspiring. Extraordinar- “RICHIE!”

Richie looked up to the girl with the short fire-coloured hair behind the counter, who directed her worried expression towards him. “Marsh! My main lady. How’s it kickin’?” he walked towards her, arms outstretched, going in for a hug. But when he had almost embraced her she stuck her palm out, pushing him back, “You’re in deep shit this time, Richie. I tried calling you loads of times. Did you really sleep in again?” Her tone reminded him of how his mother spoke to him when he had done something stupid yet again. He pulled out his phone, revealing all her missed calls and texts. “Fuck,” was all he said in return before he headed out to the back of the store, where he knew his boss would be waiting for him.

“Boss man! I made it.” Richie announced his presence whilst he moved across the room to where the aprons were hung up on the wall, putting one on, and purposely avoiding his boss’ eyes.

“Nearly two hours late! This is the last fucking time, I mean it, Richie. Or else that’s it. You’re done here.” he rose from his chair, breathing harshly, moving over to Richie to get his point across, “No more chances.”

“Don’t worry boss. Won’t happen again, promise,” Richie grinned back at the huge man before retreating to the front of the shop.

Richie would never admit it, but he almost felt scared of his boss. His sanctimonious and dominant personality reminded him of his father. Another thing Richie would never admit to was having insomnia, or the fact that his father was the cause of most of it, constant memories from the past keeping him up at night. He was always up, every night, only falling asleep in the very late hours of the morning. Hardly getting any sleep due to the fact he had full time classes at college and a part time job. Surprisingly though, he always managed to keep up with his class work despite being perpetually exhausted. That was the thing about Richie, he always covered up how he really felt with a more animated self. He wanted people to like him, he really did. So he always tried to make jokes and smile his goofy grin to cover up his miserable and unlikeable self. To cover up the hurt. To push it right down, somewhere deep inside, into the depths, so hopefully, one day, it would be lost in some sort of abyss and forgotten about.

“God. That was intense. Poor guy was practically on his knees, begging for me to stay. I felt bad for the guy, so i gave in.” Richie began, whilst he took Beverly’s place at the front counter to serve. Beverly preferred to bring people’s food and coffees to them, and Richie was always good at charming customers at the front.

“Shut up trashmouth and do your job,” she rolled her eyes at him playfully. Richie held up his hands defensively, “Just sayin’, you might have to fight me for employee of the month this month.”

She smiled and began, excitedly bouncing on the balls of her feet, “Soo, guess who got a date?”

“Fuck yeah!” He strided over to her, whilst there was a break in customers. “S‘bout time you got some Marsh,” he replied with a wink and nudged her in the ribs with his boney elbow.

“We are going to a movie, thank you very much. Not everything is about sex, Tozier.” She rolled her eyes at him again, “It’s not like you’re getting any right now anyway,” she teased.

“Actually, for your information, I’m always gettin’ some,” he said whilst brushing his unruly hair out of his face.

She made a noise of disbelief, “Oh really?”

“Mhmm,” he lifted his chin high in the air and placed his hand on his hip.

“Who with then?” She challenged, placing her own hand on her hip.

Shit. He hadn’t thought this far ahead. He quickly tried to think of someone, desperate to win the light-hearted fight he had instigated with his best friend. Ah! The pizza boy. Eddie. Richie found him really fucking cute. And wouldn’t mind actually fucking him.

“A pizza boy i met last night.” Why not use Eddie in his lie? It wasn’t like he was ever going to see him again.

“I don’t believe you for a second, Tozier.” The bell on the door rang, indicating a customer had just walked in, cutting their bickering short. “Whatever.” She waved him off with a grin.

When Richie directed his attention to the door his stomach dropped so hard he thought he might drop down with it. The very person he’d just bragged about had just walked into the coffee shop. He looked up at Richie, his face instantly going red when they locked eyes and he quickly looked at the floor. Richie just stared, stunned by the irony of the whole situation. But while he was staring, he noticed details about the small man he hadn’t noticed last night. Like the freckles that danced along his cheeks and all over his nose. And how his eyes shined the colour of whiskey in the sun that beamed through the glass windows. And just how beautiful, how cute, and how perfect he looked. He looked so different when he wasn’t in his uniform and didn’t have that stupid hat hiding his features. Wow.

“Uh- hello there. What can i getcha good lookin’?” He saw Bev move to the far end of the shop to clear some plates and cutlery from a table. “It’s nice to see you again Eds.”

“My name is Eddie, in case you had forgotten.” Eddie shot back with a sudden burst of confidence. He tried to act like he wasn’t daydreaming about him a mere hour ago.

“Oh i could never forget Eddie Spaghetti, my cute pizza boy,” he looked over, making sure Bev was still out of earshot.

Eddie felt his ears start to warm. Stop it. He’s not even flirting with you that hard. He cleared his throat, ignoring the horrible nickname the man had given him, “I’ll have a large cappuccino, please.”

“Small man likes a large to fill him up, got it” he said with a wink before turning to prepare Eddie’s order.

Eddie was astounded by the dirt that had left such beautiful lips. His face heated up, and he was glad the other man couldn’t see him. He got so worked up by the littlest things, it was embarrassing. He watched as the man worked on his coffee, watching as the small, yet prominent, muscles in his arms moved. Then his eyes trailed up to his hair and he wondered how in the fuck it looked so soft despite it being so wild and obviously unbrushed. Then the man turned around to dust some chocolate powder over the coffee before putting the lid on.

Eddie was so fixed on the other man’s beauty he didn’t notice the name tag that was crookedly pinned to his shirt straight away. Richie.

When Richie had finished up he handed him his coffee with a refreshing smile, their hands grazing the same way they did the night before god. “Thanks Richie.” He said with a smile, surprising the other male before his face revealed his realisation once he looked at his name tag, mimicking Eddie’s actions from last night.

Then before Richie could say anything, Eddie quickly turned on his heel and strut out of the coffee shop, swaying his hips maybe a little too much than needed.

Part 3

Hey guys!! I hope you liked Part 2!! Please let me know if you did. Also give me some feedback too. I REALLY appreciate hearing ya thoughts on it. (Also let me know if you want to be added to the taglist) <3

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kadajchan · 7 years

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For the drabble, no 86 for SinJu?

@jelainethefirst OMG…I thought I have posted this yesterday and today I realized that I did not. epic fail. xD

“So you’re ready to go on a date tonight?”

“We have been dating for more than a year idiot, what isthere that you’re so excited about?”

“It is a public date, remember? and I am going tosurprise you. That is what I am so excited about.”

“Whatever.”

“Oh, God…I am late. A kiss?”

“Didn’t you just say that you are late?”

“But…”

“Not now. I am not keen on being blamed by Freckles.”

“cruel…”

A mortuary.

It was not the most romantic place for a date, if one askedJudar. It was cold, morbid and nauseating. It was like death and nothingness inflesh. It smelled like alcohol and hospitals and Judar hated hospitals.

It was for the departed.

So why was he here again? Oh yes, he was supposed to be on adate with his lover. But of course, Sinbad being the idiot that he was, hadchosen this dreadful place out of everywhere to surprise him for theirfirst public date and now that he was here, the idiot was doing nothing butsleeping on a stupid steel trolley, his whole body covered with a white sheet,unmoving and somehow docile.

Judar snorted at that thought. “Must you annoy me all thetime?” He said airily as he pulled a white plastic chair close to the trolleyand sat down lazily. He grabbed hislover’s hand which was strangely still from under the covers and started to rubthe calloused fingers playfully as he popped a peach candy into his mouth.“This stuff is really good. Buy me more next time.” He said, licking hislips.

No response.

Strange. Why the idiot was so silent? Sinbad would usuallyjump at any chance to spoil and pamper him. If he asked something from him, Sinbadalways made sure it was taken care of even if he had to travel to the moon andback. So, why he was not answering when the matter was about something as trivialas a small bag of candies?

Had he really fallen asleep while waiting forhim to arrive?

How rude.

He was not going to tolerate this.

He jumped at his feet and harshly pulled the covers off hislover. “You should have not asked me on a date if you…” He blinked severaltimes and stared down at the supposed to be sleeping man. His purple hair wasout of his usual pony-tail, disheveled and undone and his mesmerizing goldenorbs were gazing at the ceiling like beautiful glassy eyes of a doll, vacantand unseeing. His usually spotless white suit was covered in red and his normallyhandsome tanned face was ashen and white.

Judar took a step back in shock with the sudden fear ofbeing caught in a deceitfully terrifying nightmare, a nightmare in which he waslooking at a fallen magnificent creature who had been victimized to cruelty of afoul world. A majestic tiger, a predator, who been turned into the prey, lying ina pool of blood.

He found himself surrounded by lingering void.

The sound of quick muffled footsteps brought him back tohimself. “What are you doing here? Why didn’t you wait for the doctor’spermission?” It was Ja’far whose voice was still authoritative despite hisswollen eyes. He looked like a wreck.

Judar looked at him silently, too shaken up to reply. “Ohforget it. Just wait here, you need to give permission for autopsy since you areSin’s lover and unofficial family.” The shorter man snapped. Judar’s mouth wentdry and he felt like throwing up. “Autopsy?”

“Are you blind? Don’t you see him on that cursed trolley?”

“He is dead? I thought he is …just sleeping.” Judarwhispered softly, like a lost child.

“Yes, he is. He is DEAD. Why did you think I called youhere?” Ja’far answered angrily. “How many times I told him to stop seeing you? How many times I asked you to stop seeing him if you really love him? Howmany damn times?” He hissed. “I knew that this would happen. Our country is notkind to homosexual people, especially not to politicians who are on the vergeof presidency.” The albino was on the verge of tears.

“This was all your fault.” His voiced contained nothing butbitter accusation.

Judar’s bottom lip trembled, not in sadness but in an amusedlaughter. His fault, huh? He supposed that was not a complete unfair accusation.He was a disastrous being after all, someone who brought nothing butcatastrophe and misery. He was a crack on God’s perfect creation of humanity.An ugly irreparable crack. He was such a twisted joke.

“That’s big words for someone who is supposed to be thefastest hitman, the greatest assassin, in the history. Were younot supposed to shoot that man down before he even got the chance to shoot?” Hecould not help but to snap back.

Now that the cruel reality was creeping in Judar’s mindslowly, he could not help but to shout desperately and wildly like a cagedanimal. “Give me back my lover. Give him back you worthless of a bodyguard.” Hecollapsed on the cold white tiles, heedless of the frigid floor and hot tearswhich he was unable to stop now. He was devastated.

Ja’far wanted to hit him, to slap him, to strangle him.Anything just to vent his anger, but he held back. He walked towards the doorinstead. “Say your goodbyes.” And with that he was gone, leaving Judar alonewith the most precious person that used to be in his life until hours ago.

Judar pulled himself back up, stumbling forward, throatchocked with something that he didn’t realize what it was. Despair? Grief? Sorrow? He didn’t know.

“A kiss?”

Oh how he hated himself. How he despised himself. Sinbad had asked for a kiss in the morning.Just a simple kiss and he had called him an idiot, denying him and rejectinghis warm embrace. An embrace which he was not going to get for the rest of hislife. An embrace which he had taken for granted.

He sat beside his unmoving lover whose body was covered witha melancholic silhouette of death and caressed his cheek. “I should havecherished you more. Shouldn’t I?” He chuckled to himself. “I would have saidyou look strikingly gorgeous right now if you were not dead. What a shame.” Hebit his lips and grabbed the older man’s shoulders, shaking him roughly. “Wewere supposed to be on a date tonight. You were supposed to surprise me. Ohwait…you did surprise me.” He half-cried, half-laughed into Sinbad’sshoulders, hating how the usually hot body was ice cold.

“Hey, if I kiss you now, will it be considered necrophilia?”He whispered thoughtfully but then rolled his eyes dismissively. “As if itmatters. I owe you a kiss anyway.”

He leaned down and as he pressed his well-shaped lips on hispurple-haired lover’s colorless lips he felt a dirty misplaced sense of blisswashing over him. The kiss was feverish and fraudulently bittersweet, just likethe wine Sinbad was so fond of.

The raven-haired young man ran his fingers through thepurple locks gingerly. “Funny, I have never realized how soft your hair is. Youspoiled me so much that I never noticed such tiny details. God, I am soselfish.” His voice cracked. He kissed Sinbad’s unseeing eyes and lashes, tearsfalling down once again. “I am selfish but you are cruel. How could you dothis to me?” He balled his hands into fists. “and now look at you, you arrogantbastard. They have not even bothered to close your eyes.” He stared into theunique golden orbs longingly for more than a minute as if waiting for a miraclebut as nothing happened he reached out gingerly, long delicate fingers softlyclosing his lover’s eyelids, his face damp and his expression showing nothingbut blank pain.

“I have to go now.” He stood up, his legs shaky but hisvoice steady. “But don’t worry. I won’t be gone for too long.”

He grinned then, a mad grin that no one had seen on his facefor more than a year. “I guess dying with you isn’t the worse way to go. Dying foryou. But first I have something to take care of.”

He kissed the unresponsive older man once again, inhalinghis sinful scent one last time. Then he walked out of the room, whistling andwhispering weird things to himself. Ja’far was the first person who noticed hispresence in the corridor. “Did you say your…hey, where are you going?”

Judar looked at him with a crazy glint in his crimson eyes.“Did you know that I used to work as a chemist for the Kou company? I am anexpert in hand-made untraceable poisonous drugs, drugs that kill.” He pausedfor a second and Ja’far’s expression morphed into something between petrified andscared. “Consider that bastard who you were too slow to shootalready dead…along with all of his allies.”

“Wait Judar…” Ja’far’s eyes were now as wide as saucers fromanxiety.

“I have one request though. Please hold the funeral back abit. This business probably won’t take more than just one day or two.”

“Judar…”

“Bury me next to him.”

“Don’t …”

“Please. This is my only and last request.” He said silentlyand walked down the corridor without waiting for Ja’far’s reply, arms behindhis head. For a moment he stopped and looked out of the window, at the bleedingrays of the setting sun in the horizon.

“What a beautiful night it is going to be for revenge…for murder.”He stretched his arms and continued to walk with a strange serene smile on hislips, out of the hospital and away from his dead beloved, not concerned aboutloneliness and grief anymore. He was going to see his idiot soon after all.

#drabble #supposed to drabble #sinju #magi #sinbad #judar #I am rusty so pls forgive me for this failure

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